His strong hands had already come to rest upon the delicate silk gown covering her shoulders.
Rosatene swallowed hard. Under the influence of a gaze that stripped away her every ounce of willpower, she replied in a completely surrendered and submissive tone: "Of course..."
Silver extended his hand, and with a slow, deliberate movement, began to slide the silk gown off her shoulders.
Silver leaned in slowly, burying his hot breath in the delicate curve of her neck, threatening to leave a harsh kiss there. But he quickly pulled back halfway, withdrawing with a calculated movement to shift toward her ear, while her silk gown surrendered and slid completely off her shoulders, leaving her bare, her chest rising and falling before his eyes.
A violent shiver ran through Rosatene's body as she felt the brush of his panting breath against her ear, right before he whispered in a husky, dangerous voice:
